Telegram-herald., 1887-07-04

The pop CORN MAN.
How He Got Down IA the Market nj
"Cbummy'' Days with Artsmas Ward.

How He Got Down IA the Market His
"Cbummy" Days with Artsmas Ward.
"Why, how are you, Mr.. Miller l didn't
recognize you at FIRST. Pm glad TO meet
you again." II was the merry voice Of e
hale and hearty young man Of perhsps
thirty summers, aud be was addressing
miller the pop corn vender," who replied
with bis usual nervous twitch, We'll, I'm
glad 10 see you, but you've got the best OF
me- I remember your face now, but can't
recall your name" The young man in
formed him as 10 his name, ana then told
him that be used 30 work at the axe and
edge tool factory when Miller was book
keeper there fourteen years ago. Then
Miller remembered, and hand olasped
hand with hearty grssp. and soft
ened expression came over the hardened
features of the pop corn man. For a few
minutes they recalled "reminiscences of the
past aud then parted wrh well wishes for
the future The lonely peddler Turned a
beaming look upon the reporter, who in
quired something about hls past hie
why, yes, was bookkeeper Al TIC az and
edge tool factory for almost four years, and
at that time could take care of set Of
books in any line OF businsss ss easy as
anyone. But drink got the best OF me, and
/ was obliged 20 give up nv situation. A
few years after ! made an honest effort a.
reform and went 10 almost every merchant
and business nan in the city seeking en-
ployment of some kind. be II ever so Eum-
bic. But /. was the same old story-tbey
could not place any coniidence ia one who
drank liquor. as they said / did. Re
fused a helping hand ~ everybody
became dshear,eDed aud plunged more
4 l.. frs. -
has dragged me slowly down. At last as
nothing else offered ! was Obliged 20 take
h. the lowiy calling Of pop corn vender
and have managed 10 make living from
IT, ] might have been. and ] believe
would have been. better man to-day had
some one Of my former friends taken q
little interest iD me and gwen me a chance
70 reform"
Here the rough man brushed tear from
his cheek aud heaved a weary sigh. Miller
In his younger days moved in good society
AMI counted among bis friends the brilliant
Journalist and writer hrieBsus Ward IL
was IL the DAYS OF bis reign on the Cleve-
land PfJmdcaic. when lac and Miller were
chums and spent more tLau one hsppy
evening. yes and night for that mat
ter togcthcr Miller reconnis with
they bad a tine when they started out
ia the evening he had Sjs aud when be
woke up ia the morning he found bis
clobes all mud and dirt AMI just ghieeu
cents remaining in bis pocket Miller leiis
bow Ward. whose real ueIne wss Charles
b. Brown. came 10 take them pecr.isr no de
lauuDe under which be wrote. he wss
working on q farm ia Kentucky in h.s
eafiier days. when Yankee notion peddier
caiei 81 his Homestead. lie vas peculiar
fellow and gave ont that bis DaT1e wAs
Afiemus Ward. The young lad. who was
70 one dev siariie his native country with
fis bright genins. took fancy - he name
and always remembered H. While ses7ch-
ing for suitable c0gDofnen under which
- labor n The journalistic Geld he recalled
the name and 81 once adopted H. The
name has been upon the conrue of almost
every lover Of good literature and has ring
with praises in every country 0n tbs face Of
TIE ciFllizsd globe.